Selections from The College Notebook
The following are selected poems from my second collection, "The College Notebook". If you are interested in reading more, please see my store for the Amazon link or click the "Let's Connect" button on the homepage.
You Turned To Me
I have women like you
in my life,
like a light unlike
the light in bulbs.
like the light in flame,
your eyes swaying,
your heart smoking
like a dragon’s mouth.
licks the room like
the sun licks the evening
In a five o’clock classroom,
you turned to me
and my heart ignited with fire
as if the coming night
had found its first star.
We let the saliva drip from our incisors. Our jaws
are evolved for grinding, for tearing flesh from bone.
We arch our backs when we see our prey. Our spines
are filled with primal energy.
All of us came here to get close to beasts. To dance
an insane dance. Our language is primitive and consists
of meaningless slurs. We grunt and make gestures and
laugh our stupid laugh. We feel at home here, among
people who wouldn’t recognize their parents’ scorn,
or their friends’ love and memory.
We even made this bar feel like a jungle. We sweat and
hunt for mates and beat up the weak. We loathe the idea
of thinking intelligent thoughts, or remembering our obligations.
We shout and scream and worship destruction. We take on the
form of monsters.
Who can control us? We reject authority. The powers that be
have failed to serve us. So we betray our friends and remain
unfaithful. That’s the culture of the jungle. To grow backwards.
To repress. Our objective is to devolve. To forget what it means
to be human.
The Diamonds in Paris
They shine behind glass cases. They decorate
crowns, dresses and earrings. They hang
from ceilings in cordial ballrooms. They glow
around the necks of elegant women with fair skin,
given to them by austere husbands.
All of me was there. My heart, mind and body
burned beneath the Eiffel Tower. That city
wept and told me its history with every brick and
stone that made the foundation of each building.
The lights that illuminated the evening streets
were diamonds guiding us through the city.
We rode the ferry on the River Seine. Some of our
group danced on the upper deck, but I stayed on
the lower deck watching the water pass. This ferry
was shepherding me to my next revelation.
This giant world contains such small beauties.
I can go anywhere, now. I don’t know what to do
with all this freedom.
The diamonds in Paris sparkle in unexpected places.
They were shining in the eyes of the couples at
evening restaurants. They glowed in the hearts
of my mother and grandmother, who dreamed of
airplanes and oceans. They shined in the chamber of
my thoughts that night.
The sky was an evening dress that the city wore,
and the stars were the diamonds that complimented
her smile. We walked around the town and watched
the world turn. We were really looking inward.
We were Paris. She smiled, and we smiled back, and
everything suddenly seemed so simple in that quiet city,
us just sighing and resting in the night.